christmas special

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          You really. . .really. . .really didn't need this right now.

          What started as what was supposed to be your biggest catch as a new bounty hunter turned into a one week trip alone with a criminal, the only thing keeping you from losing him being a lousy bracelet that tethered his being to you. He strays too far and you mutter a chant that you can barely remember, and he gets excruciating pain that forces him back to you.

          The problem? He seems really adamant about giving you a headache, even if it comes at his expense.

          "You're hurting yourself, criminal."

          "I don't care."

          You sigh for what might've been the millionth time that day overlooking the small cliff he slid off of, snow stuck to his black hair and even darker outfit that made him stick out like a sore thumb. The coat you wore did nothing to keep away the cold, the only thing you were apparently smart enough to enhance with fur being the pants and shirt that was keeping you from getting hypothermia.

          Dabi—that's what his wanted poster said anyway—was clutching onto a snow covered rock for what little balance he can gain, teeth gritted and head no doubt pounding from the chant. Your satchel that contained his belongings—most of them stolen—was in his other gripped hold, seeing him kick away at the snow as though that would somehow get rid of the pain. "Fuck!"

          With him deciding to be such an ass you decided to let him simmer in that for a while, looking off to your left on the worn road you were supposed to be going on originally. The single wooden carriage was enough to keep him inside while you did the pains of riding the horse and leading the way, the white animal neighing quietly as it ate some grass that managed to peek from the frozen terrain.

          "Just one more village stop, criminal, then I'll be out of your hair." He scoffs, voice echoing as he snaps his head to glare at you from below, "So that you can hand me off to some king and let someone else bother me?!"

          "Pretty much, yeah." You start to walk away and you visibly catch him dreading, a complaint on his tongue before all that followed was a pained screech.

          "Fucking hell, woman!"

          "You done whining?" Realizing that you would get absolutely zero gold should you decide to kill him from the pain you walk back to your original spot on the edge overlooking where he stood, the wanted man somehow finding a way to push himself off with a slight stumble. He sends one more glare at you, and you grinned back. Well, that was easy.

          You went away again and got the horse, trying to ignore the pained curses and screeching from your—wonderfully annoying—companion. You pulled on the reins and managed to turn it back to the direction you originally came from, turning a left and leading it down the small slope that led to where Dabi was currently.

          It was a bumpy, rocky and risky ride, but you managed, a small distance away from where he was back leaning on the rock for support. He seemed to have enough of his bearings to laugh, shaking his head before gitting his teeth and shutting his eyes, "You're a bitch, you know that?"

          "Gee, I'm so insulted." You deadpan, eyes back upfront and scouting the white terrain. It was pretty blank and flat, much like the same scenery you've been seeing these past two days. You've had about three more days of travel before reaching the kingdom that set such a high price on his head, and for the past five, ten minutes he's been whining and cursing at you, you found that this managed to cut about an extra hour of travel for you to reach the next village.

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